a bike for all seasons
four seasons, many stories...
Moonbeams on my shoulder. The crunch of gravel. Insects flicker in my headlight; a cone of light surrounded by black. Long grasses border the trail. They stand and sway like wayward...
Break in Transmission A change of season A change of pattern A cold is caught Achoo! ≡ What was I taught? Rest, she had said Take time to recover Bless you....
Plans to ride over the creek and pick up a pizza came unstuck. Over the new bridge I rode. The late afternoon light throwing long shadows as the Brompton sped across...
a bike for all seasons 